I (Really) Like Rocks: Everyday Magic, Day 596

Miyako the cat checks out the stash of rocks I brought home

Why do I love rocks so much? I’m not sure, but they’ve always been the apple (or stone) of my eye: big rocks, little rocks, edgy rocks, round rocks, rocks with speckles, rocks that shine, and many other matter of rock that rolls my way. So it’s no wonder that I love going to the shores of any body of water where the rocks are dazzling and on the move.

Lake Superior sports rock supreme hunting grounds. There’s agate everywhere, not to mention sea glass (which I love almost as much as rocks), and an outrageous variety of color (black, pink, green, brown, orange, red, blue, rust, white and more) as well as shape (globe, triangle, squiggle, disk and more). There’s egg-shaped rocks, polka-dotted rocks, brown rocks with red and gray swirls, striped stones and tiny glass-like rust pebbles. It’s a

Rocks on the beach

rock lover’s dream and dreaming ground.

I sat on various beaches and dug through the rocks, finding an occasional one that called to me, “Put me in your pocket, and take me to Kansas. I promise not to tell anyone,” and so I did. Despite the weight of carrying a handful of rocks here, a stone as large as a lemon there, and many in between, the rocks lightened me up. There’s something liberating about touching, holding something that has endured hundreds or thousands of years, carrying time in its curves and colors as I carry it home in my time.

Rocks under water

I also found that photographing rocks, under and out of water, was a marvelous way to capture the way they compose themselves together. The more I photographed, the more I saw frame after frame of interesting patterns, an infinity of rock quilt squares I could look at from many angles to change what belongs with what.

The cat sorts stones with me

Now that I’m home with my little pile of rocks, I will keep them close, reaching into the rocks every so often to pull one out, marvel at what story it tells me, and even more, what stories it carries that I’ll never know as I feel its weight in my palm.


3 thoughts on “I (Really) Like Rocks: Everyday Magic, Day 596

  1. Caryn, I LOVE Lake Superior, its rocks and waters and spirit. It is so wonderful that you-all got north to experience it. Jim and I have spent many vacations exploring the shores. One time, we were going to go all the way ’round in 2 weeks, and spent the whole time between Pictured Rocks and Whitefish Point (UP). We just got stuck rock-hounding and resting at a slow pace. Check out The Long-Shining Waters by Danielle Sosin, a first novel set over multiple time and space around the lake. Warmly, Anne

  2. We went to Lake Superior every summer when I was a child. You describe the rocks exactly the way I remember them, with their mystery and allure. After I brought my collection home to Kansas, however, I noticed that the sheen and lustre of the rocks gradually diminished over time. I would try immersing them in a bowl of water, hoping to restore their memories of the Great Lake and the inner glow imparted by the clear water lapping along its shores. But it never worked, so every summer I had to go back and collect more rocks, trying in vain to hold onto that paradoxical beauty, solid and fleeting all at the same time.

  3. Thanks so much, Victoria and Anne! I will check out the books you mention, Anne. They sound marvelous and help me remember the shining waters. I know what you mean about the shine of the rocks, Victoria, but I love them even as they are now. I’m also wondering how to polish them some.

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